A story told in poem of disorienting and reorienting belief.
When a minister moves home
the stoles get folded in the back seat,
tossed about on the bed
and hung up in the closet
next to the board games
and yearbooks of her youth.
When a minister moves home
the calling turns into a job.
A theology of benefits
transforms to health insurance.
The luster wears off.
What am I doing again?
Why am I here?
A liturgy has been made of my existence. Liturgy: the work of the people. Breaking out of it now, letting those people no longer…
Some relationships need to end, including that weird one you’ve had with the divine.
Problem: A limited picture of who “God” is in your life keeps you spiritually blocked from meaning and purpose.
Symptoms: When asked about your spiritual life/faith, your first inclination is, “nah.”
You look at others with faith and wonder if there’s something deficient in you that you can’t have that too. You notice the feeling of anger washing over you in the presence of white men with beards or blonde-haired, blue-eyed, long haired men as if they are to blame for “looking like” the God you…
How can you tell that the storm is over?
After every rain, somewhere, no matter how faint, comes a bow in the clouds.
Following a difficult event, there comes a place of silence, peace, gratitude even, that you are no longer the person who entered that storm. One wise teacher said (maybe Oprah?) that we can say something no longer has power over us when we can authentically thank it for being a part of our lives.
That advice has been a buoy on the sea of crashing waves for me, wondering in some moments if one could will themselves…
Growing through adversity is an opportunity to check your privilege.
When you go through a trauma (friends, here’s a reminder of what the definition of trauma is: anything that happens too fast, that is too much and too soon), there’s a really natural thing that happens in which you become the center of your own universe.
Move over sun, it’s time for everything to revolve around YOU.
We need to hydrate, rest, and meditate/write/reflect when healing from a hard thing. What seems traumatic to you, may not be traumatic to someone else.
You know healing is happening when you can…
No matter what your religious identity is.
Human beings are like sponges. Even if nothing religious was explicitly said or imposed on you identity, we’ve absorbed from those around us moral underpinnings that keep us in particular “lanes” of relational commitments.
Mine came from two different streams of thought which collided in an amazingly terrible way. These shiny pieces of personal growth gold shook out in the rubble of post-divorce “autopsy” — asking myself how I got here and where do I go next.
The first underpinning was that negative emotions aren’t welcome. Anger leads to murder, my lizard-brain interpretation…
Let the hard things teach you how to do other hard things.
I recently caught onto bullet journaling “BuJo” — I’m a bit behind the trends. It all seemed overwhelming at first with stickers, stencils, templates, and different colored pens. Why can’t I just write something down?
But it looks so pretty, and the meditative act of filling in a stencil, planning a layout, etc. gets me out of my “thinking” brain and into my more artistic side.
While tracing the lines one day, it occurred to me that I have my own internal stencil — a framework for learning…
Buddhism might tell us everything is fleeting, but some things have a bit more staying power than others.
It’s no secret that meditation helps us cope with stress, improve our mental health, and connect with the present moment. When I first began a meditation practice, the mantra that led me into it was from Pema Chödrön.
Letting my breaths go in and out, anytime my mind stopped on a concept I perceived as permanent, the word “thinking” called out the behavior and led me back to the breath.
With practice, most things float in and out of your mind like…
The internet told me it takes 18 months to heal from divorce (547.5 days)
“Siri, how many days until February 28, 2021?”
I want to write ahead of the day so that when it comes, I can welcome it for whatever it is, maybe without noticing at all.
This is my day. An 18-month old is still testing boundaries, wondering to herself, “Can I really do that?” and delighting when she discovers for herself that “Yes! Yes, she can!”
One could say I’m “cursed with dates” but I also have the super-power of being able to re-remember them. When watching…
And how it’s helping us cope with what comes after.
It’s February 17th, 2021, and Texas has experienced a Winter Storm of snow and ice that’s almost crushed our electrical grid, knocked out water supply in several areas, and closed down our transportation system, among other logistical nightmares we Texans weren’t prepared to face. A few days into this wild ride, I’ve observed some things.
The people you vote for have the power to make life-or-death decisions about things that deeply impact our day-to-day lives. It isn’t all declaring “Rainbow Day” or hosting egg hunts on the capital lawn. Even…